Times of Our Lives

When Xie Meng woke up in the morning, he felt that Ji Qinyang's lower body was rubbing behind him. He probably found that he was awake, and the other person whispered, "Can I plug in?"

Xie Meng's throat was dumb for a while before he murmured.

Ji Qinyang wiped a lot of lubricating fluid near his back / acupoint. This time he went in very smoothly. The feeling of the top of the device / prostate going to the prostate was more vivid than last night. It did n’t work long before Xie Meng inserted it. Nothing can be shot, only a few vague words can be said: "Enough ..."

Ji Qinyang stopped. He gasped quickly, hugged Xie Meng to bite his neck, waited for a long time before pulling out the device, and the condom he took off was full of semen.

Xie Meng muttered: "There are classes in the afternoon ..."

Ji Qinyang: "Leave a break."

Xie Meng: "Do you sleep?"

"Sleeping is too wasteful." Ji Qinyang smiled. He still had kiss marks on the side of Xie Meng's waist, and almost came up with the pattern of a flower.

The two took a bath together, blowing their hair together, and Xie Meng accidentally scratched a little skin while shaving in front of the mirror. Ji Qinyang saw it and squeezed his chin to lick the wound.

Xie Meng didn't go to class in the afternoon, and accompanied Ji Qinyang to write songs in the modified music room. One song was not finished, and the two got into trouble again on the sofa. Ji Qinyang pressed Xie Meng on the keyboard He occasionally overwhelmed the keys and made strange noises, and the two couldn't help laughing.

In the end, Ji Qinyang took the quilt and wrapped it around Xie Meng, while sitting on the stool with his upper body naked, he finished writing the remaining scores.

Beijing's early May evening was dry and cool. The setting sun leaked from the eaves into the window sill. Xie Meng lay on the sofa listening to Ji Qinyang humming those strange and nice tunes, and closed his eyes with a fuzzy snoring.

Waking up and sleeping in the process, Xie Meng opened his eyes and always saw Ji Qinyang's back, so it seemed that even the time spent with him seemed precious.

After working together for almost two months, Ji Qinyang wrote not all the songs Qianmo would want. Most of them were very entangled, and they chose this one, but they didn't want to.

Ji Qinyang felt that his heart was too dark: "Your throat is not suitable for singing this."

Qian Mo was depressed: "What do you write?"

"Sing and play by yourself." Ji Qinyang slouched his legs up on the piano cover. He turned the pen in his hand and pushed the selected scores to Qian Mo: "Sing this next month at the concert A few songs, practice well. "

Qian Mo: "I really don't plan to join in?"

"Not for the time being." Ji Qinyang glanced at his mobile phone and was ready to pick up Xie Meng: "I don't have much money recently."

Qian Mo held his chin and looked at him: "You just need to use the vulgarity just as you lose money?"

"It's just that vulgar." Ji Qinyang snapped his headphones on his head. "I have to feed my family. What can I do without money?"

In a few days and a half semester will end, Beijing will also enter the real summer, but compared to the sweltering high temperature of Suzhou, this climate is very comfortable for Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang. After booking the return flight ticket, Xie Meng was chatting in the WeChat group.

Qi Fei: "Are you and Brother Yang not coming back?"

Xie Meng: "Well, in a few days Mayday will come to a concert."

Zhang Lianbang: "I also like Mayday! I knew I was booking a few days later!"

Han Dong: "Did you not like ... Zhuo Xiaoyuan?"

Xie Meng found that Zhuo Xiaoyuan hadn't spoken. He just wanted to send a private message to each other, and saw Zhuo Xiaoyuan send a message in the group: "I'm with me near the hospital. I may come to Beijing in a few days."

Xie Meng frowned and stopped, and Ji Qinyang, who was walking beside him, glanced over and said, "What's wrong?"

Xie Meng motioned him to see that Ji Qinyang turned up the chat record with no expression, and then pulled out his mobile phone and called Zhuo Xiaoyuan.

"Okay ... I'll give you the address later." Ji Qinyang grabbed Xie Meng's hand: "Don't worry about anything, there's room for you to sleep."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan seemed to say something over the phone.

Ji Qinyang smiled: "Don't be so polite, hang up."

Xie Meng opened her mouth: "Near her ..."

"It's okay." Ji Qinyang squeezed his palm: "Nothing will happen."

On the afternoon of Zhuo Xiaoyuan's arrival in Beijing, just after the thunder shower, Ji Qinyang asked the Qianmo band to borrow a car to pick up the brothers and sisters. The little girl was lying on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's shoulder, and smiled when she saw Ji Qinyang "I admire my brother."

Xie Meng held her in his arms, only to feel that the weight was scary. Zhuo Xiaoyuan's luggage was loaded into the car by Ji Qinyang, and his face was tired.

"Where to go first?" Qian Mo, who drove, asked.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan said, "Go to the hospital first. I have an appointment with the doctor, I'm afraid I can't catch up."

Qian Mo nodded, and started the car without much nonsense. Everyone was silent along the way. Only occasionally Zhuo Xiaoyuan whispered to his sister if he wanted to drink water.

Zhuo Jin was sleeping in Xie Meng's arms. She looked out the window and suddenly asked, "Are we going to the Great Wall?"

"Don't go today." Xie Meng coaxed her: "We need to see a doctor first."

The little girl nodded obediently.

Ji Qinyang touched her head.

When he arrived at the hospital, registered, inspected, and was hospitalized, Zhuo Xiaoyuan talked with the doctor in the corridor, his face never calmed down, Qian Mo bought dinner and water, but no one touched.

Zhuo Jinjin has fallen asleep. She is wearing a hat, because she is too sick and looks thinner.

"I stay to accompany the night." Zhuo Xiaoyuan came over and said, "Go back first."

Xie Meng: "What the doctor said."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't speak, just shook his head.

Ji Qinyang asked him, "Do you have enough money?"

"Enough, you have all your chemotherapy money." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said in an unwilling manner, repeating: "Go back first."

Ji Qinyang didn't say much, he took a card from his wallet and handed it to the other party: "The password is near the birthday, so you can use it."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan opened his mouth and didn't take it. Ji Qinyang just shoved it into his jacket pocket: "Don't be too tired, tomorrow I will come to Xie Meng to take your class."

Ji Qinyang and Qian Mo leaned on the car and waited for Xie Meng and Zhuo Xiaoyuan to finish talking. Qian Mo took out a cigarette and died after taking a few breaths. He is a singer and usually pays attention to protecting his throat.

"How much is that Cary?" Qian Mo suddenly asked, "You have to pay the rent next month."

Ji Qinyang said lightly: "I have a solution."

Qian Mo snorted: "We have to wait two months for the next game, can you afford it?"

Ji Qinyang glanced at him, Qian Mo raised an eyebrow: "Are you rich?"

"I don't need you to control it." Ji Qinyang saw Xie Meng come out and made a gesture so far: "Don't say it."

Qian Mo shrugged, he pulled the door and sat in the driver's seat.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan ate the box lunch bought by Qianmo very late. He went to make hot water. When he came back, Zhuo Jinjin was still asleep. He sat by the little girl's bed for a while, stretched out his hands, and carefully touched his sister Pale thin arms.

"I'll go out for a while." Zhuo Xiaoyuan whispered softly to the middle-aged woman next door. "Look at my sister for help."

The middle-aged woman smiled warmly: "No problem, you can rest assured."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan thanked him and walked to the central garden outside the ward. He stood by the window of his sister's bed for a while, then slowly squatted on the concrete floor.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan smoked a cigarette for himself. He smoked very quickly. After a while, only the **** was left. When he was going to dig the second cigarette, he found that the cigarette case was empty.

"..." Zhuo Xiaoyuan grinned the cigarette case into a ball and held it in his hand. He raised his head, lowered it, and reached out his hand to cover his eyes after a while.